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NOTE: This chapter features an act of sexual coercion, so if you have trouble seeing that sort of stuff, you should probably return next time.

 

Later that same day, Gina would come home, only to find it in a less than ideal state...

 

 

Zain: "...ow just as well as I do that what she's doing is dangerous!"

Petra: "Ugh, I know, but she's my best friend. We went through so much together, maybe we can work something out..."

Zain: "No! I really don't need that shit in my life, Petra, and you know it!"

Uh-oh... I don't like the sound of that...

 

 

Petra: "There she is! We should at least ask her about it."

Gina: "Ask me about what?"

 

 

Zain: "Gina, have you been working for the Cartel?!"

Gina: "What?! Where-... where did you get that idea from?!"

 

 

Petra: *sigh* "My sister called me today... she was telling everyone you were starring in a porno... and apparently, the company behind that studio is in kahoots with the Cartel..."

Gina: "You mean that bitch Lena, who fucked my ex while I was busy learning for exams?! Why would you believe her?!"

Petra: "Hey, that's still my sister you're talking about here!"

 

 

Zain: "Answer the question, Gina! Do you work for them, yes or no?"

Gina: "....yes. Yes, I do. I work as a dancer at the club right across the street. They gave me a role in a porno as a one-time job. I'm... I'm sorry, it was just... so difficult getting a job and..."

Zain: "Unbelievable. These monsters got some of my friends hurt... and now you're working for them, so they might show up at our door any day now..."

 

 

Zain: "I want you out within the next hour. Pack your stuff, and go!"

Gina: "But... but... I have nowhere else to go! Petra, surely you...?"

Petra: "I'm sorry, girl. But this time you've really done it. You never even bothered to look for a different place... and you've insulted my sister."

Gina: "But..."

Petra: "Goodbye, Gina."

 

After packing what little she still had when she moved in, Gina went to the next best person she would define as a "friend"...

 

 

Okay, so we fucked... and she showed me the ropes at the club... surely that must mean something, right?

 

 

Yvonne: "Hey, girl... what's the matter? You look terrible..."

Gina: "My friends... the people whose I've been staying at this whole time... they found out where I work, and now they kicked me out... I... I have nowhere to stay..."

 

 

Yvonne: "Oh dear... that really sucks... I know how it feels... I'm so sorry."

Gina: "Can... can I stay with you for a while?"

Yvonne: "Of course, no big deal. But the thing is, the landlord will have my head if he finds out there's someone else living here... you gotta find a place on your own eventually. I can help you, but not for very long."

Gina: "Thanks... I... I'll see what I can do..."

 

Knowing full well that what little money she earns at the club isn't nearly enough to pay rent, Gina remains desperate.
She's lost a friend already today, and doesn't intend to do so again.

So after leaving her stuff at Yvonne's place, she seeks out the only option she can still think of...

 

 

Orlando: "What are you doing here? Your shift is over for today, go home."

 

 

Gina: "...I... I don't have a home anymore. I've been kicked out because of my work here..."

Orlando: "Tends to happen. Suppose it was only a matter of time before it would hit you as well. Should've thought of that earlier. I fail to see why that's my problem, though."

Gina: "You bastard... surely you must have some shady landlord stuff going on? Some headquarter where you can put me in?"

Orlando: "Hmm..."

 

 

Orlando: "Tell you what... I will let you live with me, if you want to."

Gina: "Wait... what?! You're serious?"

Orlando: "Rent free, even. But only under one condition... you become my girlfriend."

Gina: "...is this some kind of perverted joke to you?"

Orlando: "I admit I am not as... pious as I'd like to be... but far from it. I'll let you live with me, as long as you commit to the... responsibilities of a loving partner."

Gina: "If you're into me, you have a weird way of showing it, you know that?"

Orlando: "And for a beggar, you're being quite hesitant about such a generous offer. I don't need a girlfriend, but you sure as hell need a place to stay. So I would very much appreciate an answer."

Gina: "....alright, I'll do it."

 

 

Orlando: "Smart girl. Now, go a little shopping for some nice lingerie, it's on me. When you're done, come to this adress. Oh, and get rid of that ponytail - I don't fuck school girls."

And as such, Gina would do as she was told, and later go to that address in the wealthy district of Ducoler.

 

 

Orlando: "You're late. But at least you look like a proper woman now."

Gina: "...we didn't make out an exact time, did we?"

Orlando: "No. But it's interesting that you didn't hurry considering your peculiar situation. Now come, let me show you around."

 

 

Gina: "Quite the luxurious apartment. And I'm going to live here?"

Orlando: "You're going to work here. And at the club. I want to have food when I get back home from my job - which can happen somewhere between 10PM and 4AM, depending on what my superiors want from me."

 

 

Gina: "Excuse me?! I can't even cook, and you expect me to be your housewife?"

Orlando: "Well, then, you better learn it. Or memorize the next McRonald's number. It's not like you really have a choice here, after all."

 

 

Orlando: "This is where you'll be sleeping. It's the guest room, meant for other... employees, so expect company from time to time."

Gina: "Talk about 'luxurious'..."

Orlando: "Well, you still get to choose the bed..."

 

 

Orlando: "And this is my room. Never come in here unless I ask you to. Furthermore, you will never be sleeping here."

Gina: "How extremely masculine. Are you sure you're not compensating for something?"

Orlando: "Oh, I'm so glad you said that... I'm gonna make you eat your words..."

 

 

Orlando: "Gotta say though... I do like this rebellious streak of yours... kind of a turn-on, to be honest..."

 

 

Orlando: "Ohh, black... good pick..."

Gina: "Uhm... thanks...?"

What is happening to me...? I can handle customers who are far worse with no problem, but he's making me melt... if he says he doesn't bang school girls, why do I suddenly feel like I'm 14 again?!

Orlando: "Now, let me lay out just how this is going to work. From now on, you're not just my girlfriend, you are my toy. I like my toys. I love playing with them. They give me lots of pleasure. Sometimes I share them with friends if I'm feeling generous. But a toy does not inspire respect. It is used, and then discarded until it is used again. Do you understand me?"

Gina: "...yes."

Orlando: "Good. Now be a nice little toy, and do as I say."

This is so wrong... he may be the most sexist piece of shit I've ever encountered... but god, it feels hot... to just surrender yourself as an object of pure desire...

Orlando: "Now. Jerk me off."

 

 

Orlando: "Ahhh, that's good~ Now, lay down, little toy."

 

 

He wasn't lying... he's fucking my mouth as if it was his own personal fleshlight... and the worst part is, I love it!

 

 

Am I really that much of a submissive slut?

 

 

Orlando: "Toy, I know you like to ride..."

 

 

Orlando: "But so do I..."

And without much of a warning, Orlando flipped the weighty women around on her belly.

 

 

Orlando: "...and never forget that you're not the one in charge here..."

 

 

Oh god, he's about to cum... shit, what's happening to me?! Part of me wishes he really would impregnate me!

I think I'm really gonna melt here... I mean, I really hope he doesn't want to make me carry his babies, because right now, he could make me do anything he wanted...

 

 

Orlando: "Mhhh, you've been surprisingly fun... I can see why my customers like you."

I hate his guts... but damn... I don't think I've ever been desired that much before...

 

 

Orlando: "I think we're done for today. Now, as I've said before, go to sleep, my toy. Alone."

Gina: "Y-yes.... w-whatever you want, dear..."

Orlando: *laughs* "You've become surprisingly obedient. Still think I'm compensating?"

 

I guess this is my life now... living as a gangster boss' fleshlight...

...Zain may have been right. I'm probably way in too deep now.